“Decoys,” the word was hollow as it left my lips.
“And the Nine are moving out,” Tattletale reported. “Leaving the front of the building. Get ready!”
Better keep really solid track of where everyone is. Especially Burnscar.
I used my bugs to draw a message for the people still hiding in another part of the building.
Crawler was the first to leave the building, charging out the front door, plowing through one or two of the Nine, and barreling towards Hookwolf’s army.
Presumably none of the decoys look like him and Mannequin, at least. Well, at least not him.
The other members of the Nine headed out. A real Burnscar, Jack, Siberian and Mannequin at the tail end of their mass of fleeing decoys.
Sticking together, huh?
“Bonesaw’s not leaving,” I said.
Oh yeah, hm. Gonna do one last operation for the road?
“Doesn’t matter! Now!” Tattletale shouted.
Probably does matter, but do as you wish.
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